No sooner had Mickey Rourke's pet chihuahua Loki died than people started posting YouTube tributes. If that very idea hasn't caused your faith in humanity entirely to collapse, do take a look, because they allow you to examine what one journalist termed Rourke's "jaw-dropping sartorial choices". The fact that he's a grown man carrying a chihuahua around in a bag is the least of his worries. He's a grown man carrying a chihuahua around in a bag while variously sporting gold shoes, a sun visor and sunglasses at the same time, a huge red polka-dot tie, a tracksuit top open to the navel with a large turquoise pendant. He has a way of combining a shirt, tie and waistcoat that makes you question his sanity: he could look no madder if he turned up to premieres strapped to a gurney and foaming at the mouth.

While I wouldn't dress like that myself, there's something oddly laudable about Rourke's one-man war against dignity, especially in the styled-to-perfection world that is Hollywood. There's always the chance that Rourke is being styled, too - possibly by someone in the throes of a nervous breakdown - but I doubt it. I think he's dressing to make a statement. OK, that statement seems to be, "I have crossed the boundary that separates 'being an individual' from 'being a maniac' - stand well back for your own safety." But you can't deny he's getting his message across loud and clear.